Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.